janet st. john

Clouds at Dawn. James Hamilton Shegogue (American, 1806 – 1872). Watercolor over graphite. 6.3 × 12.5 cm (2 1/2 × 4 15/16 in.). National Gallery of Art open access. Cloud, Me Cloud-spine elongates, and vertebrae, ribby knuckles, separate, form a gap before the vaporous pelvis. Sky flexes and stretches. Clouds form and float, wisping into shapes that reflect the body, remind me I am that. That sky missing half a side of ribs. Whole back now missing sky. My cloud self. Sky miss

Katherine Reynolds In the Clouds Steve had boarded the connecting flight in DFW in route to Baltimore, sat in window seat 9F, main cabin, though he had plenty of miles to upgrade. His wife Haley was always saying, “We should use them to fly first class to Puerto Rico.” But Steve didn’t want to see Puerto Rico. He wanted someday to see the U.K., to feel his skin moist and plumped, not a piece of dehydrated potato or the beet he became after too much Phoenix sun. He only moved